In Mingchen No. 1 Middle School in September, she was sitting in the back row of the first class. She glanced casually and met his gaze. Her heart palpitated slightly, but he avoided his gaze, and her story with him began.
The young and ignorant Zhong tide didn't know what liking meant. She just thought that she would be happy if she could see him.
Intention: Time flies so fast, some things should be said earlier